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Are we meeting

at last

here at the hanging tree

you have returned - to me

 

My shadow has

been waiting

for you

 

There where you are

hanging

the quiet, the soft, the sweet

scent of your beautiful perfume

your eyes

clothed only by feathers

of ravens

There where you are

hanging

the quiet, the soft, the sweet

sound of your controlling voice

your heart

clothed only by embers

of fires

 

the tree burnt to the ground

after the hanging

they released you to me

I cradled your bones

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